"Your ideas and mine clash in some respects.

I look on a well-grilled steak as a gift from Heaven, and after it, or before it--I don't care which--let me have three hours whipping a good trout stream.

With the right cast of flies I could show a fine bag from this very stretch of water." "Why not ask Mr.Grant's permission?
It would be interesting to learn whether he will allow others to try their luck." Mr.Siddle strolled on.

Winter bent over, keen to discern the gray-backed fish which must be lurking in those clear depths and rippling shallows..